Ullens Center for Contemporary Art, Beijing
17 November 2010 through 20 February 2011
798 Art District, No.4 Jiuxianqiao Lu, Chaoyang District, Beijing
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UCCA presents Liu Xiaodong: Hometown Boy, an intensive look into the practice of one of China’s most accomplished painters. For this solo show, Liu Xiaodong returned to his hometown of Jincheng in Liaoning Province to spend three months painting his family and childhood friends while documenting the experience through diary entries, sketches and photographs. In addition to the 20 new paintings and over 200 pages of diary entries on display, the exhibition also features a documentary about Liu Xiaodong’s homecoming by famed Taiwanese director Hou Hsiao-Hsien. Through painting, writing and film, Hometown Boy offers an unusually panoramic view of Liu Xiaodong’s Jincheng memories, past and present.

When Liu Xiaodong left his hometown as an aspiring 17-year-old art student, Jincheng was a bustling little town where life revolved around the local paper mill. Three decades later, the physical, social and economic landscape has changed drastically: Jincheng’s narrow streets and houses remain, but the local economy has crumbled, unemployment is rampant, and years of environmental degradation have taken their toll. For the artist, it is a homecoming in which observations and depictions of the present are tinged with recollections of a vanished past.

“This time, I’ve decided, I’m really going home. In 1980, when I was seventeen, I left my hometown of Jincheng to study in Beijing, where I’ve been working ever since. Every Chinese New Year for the last thirty years, I’ve gone back to Jincheng for the holidays. I usually meet up with a few childhood friends and we drink, eat and have fun together. All of them still live there. Some are factory workers, while others have been laid off. Jincheng is a small town built around a paper mill. It is home to several thousand workers and their families, as well as some neighboring farmers. Three decades ago, when the working class led the nation, factories were large and impressive, with thick smoke billowing from their ten-meter-high smokestacks, steam whistles blowing, crowds of workers changing shifts and workers’ families living in single-story bungalows. Worker housing was divided into wards: there was a north ward, a south ward and an east ward,
separated by farmland, fields and ditches. It was paradise for mischievous kids. Over the years, fields and ditches gave way to multi-story buildings, state-owned enterprises were restructured, and factories fell silent, as if they were overwhelmed by all the newly-constructed buildings. It was like seeing a vast army reduced to a supply brigade, with no one left to carry on the war. Because of rapid urbanization, when we journey by train these days we see fewer fields and endless stretches of multi-story buildings. We discover that all cities look the same, that the people on the street are just lackeys or
merchants, and the working class has been swept away. We discover that we’re all city people now: our hometowns have been invaded by high rise buildings, making us city folk without a home. The friends I knew in childhood have gotten fat. I once painted their portraits because I was hoping to get into art school. Now, thirty years later, I am painting them again, hoping that I can finish their portraits before all of them are laid off.

Once upon a time we were hired farmhands, poor peasants, rich peasants and landlords. We were the proletariat, the working class, an army of workers and peasants. Now we are making great strides, moving single-mindedly toward the future, becoming the propertied class—and we’ve got the bricks and cement to prove it.”

- Liu Xiaodong